March 8, 2007
Okay, here's the set-up: It's 9 p.m., full moon, on the main drag outside of Granada's central park in Nicaragua.

February 22, 2007
Fuera Nica — how grossly ironic. We were busing our way out to visit a community of illegal Nicaraguan immigrants when we saw these words, ordering Nicaraguans to "leave" Costa Rica, graffitied recklessly on a boulder on the side of the road.

February 8, 2007
Goofy-grinned, with Imperial beers in hand, our group of 25 from Washington were among the thousands of ticos (Costa Ricans) and foreigners who had taken the afternoon off to check out Costa Rica's massive two-week fiesta, Palmares.

January 23, 2007
Armed with my precious 501 Spanish Verbs bible and an arsenal of DayQuil and Sudafed, I kissed my mama goodbye, and 15 hours in the air plopped me seemingly abruptly in the personable town of Heredia, Costa Rica